𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝟓.𝟑 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
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" I'm sorry I gotta leave you baby "

" trav, it's fine. It's your job, we'll be fine "

" bye little man, daddy will see you when he gets back from work yeah "

" bye dada "

" bye girly, I love you "

And with that, Travis walked out the house, locking the front door behind him, leaving Taylor with 2 year old Millie and 6 week old Ollie. The newly family of four had been adjusting to their new normal since they brought Oliver home from the hospital and it hasn't been the easiest of transitions: Millie was really struggling with having to share her parents – more specifically her mom – and was constantly causing battles. As much as Taylor and Travis knew that she was still just a toddler herself, they didn't tolerate bad behaviour and so Millie's new found spot where she spent a lot of her time was the naughty step unfortunately, much to her dismay. Travis was the bad cop, having to punish, having that scary dad voice and Millie actually listened to him. She often pitied Taylor, just giggling if her mom ever attempted to tell her off, knowing Taylor would cave eventually because she felt bad and was quite frankly too tired to deal with it.

Oliver, the angel compared to his sister, was a calm little boy, just always wanting to be held or cuddled, which did pose a challenge with his sister's prolonged jealousy but he rarely cried for long periods of time and just watched in bewilderment at his crazy menace of a sister. But the two had one thing in common and that one thing, that was that they both adored their mommy and it just so happened that they had to share the same one. Life would be so much easier if Taylor could just clone herself.

Travis had gone to practice for the first time in six weeks, wanting to help Taylor as much as he could, but she had urged him to go, knowing it would be good for him to catch a break. She was sure she could handle two kids on her own.

" mommy! finish! " Millie calls from the dining room table, declaring her turned over bowl of cheerios as her being "done".

" Millie! Look at this mess. Did you eat any at all? " Taylor scolds, grabbing a paper towel and moping up the table.

" all in my belly momma " the toddler grins, patting her belly.

" we don't spill our cereal, okay? " Taylor warns, opening a toddler granola bar for Millie to eat, knowing it would save mess and she might actually swallow some of it.

Just as Taylor has thrown the rubbish in the trash, Oliver started to stir, rooting his head, indicating he was hungry. Taylor sat down on the couch, lifting her shirt up and situating the newborn, who latched like he hadn't eaten in months, his blue eyes blinking up at his mother, insanely long eyelashes fluttering adorably.

" better baby boy? " Taylor cooed, her free hand stroking over the faint, dirty blonde strands of hair on his head.

" No! No! No! " Millie stormed in, crossing her chubby arms over her chest, pouting.

" what's the matter baby? " Taylor questioned

" no baby brudder. My mommy! " she screeched, using her hands to try and push Oliver away from where he was eating who only became unsettled, beginning to cry.